This is my first fanfic so reviews are appreciated!

By the way I do not own PJO, Rick Riordan does.

Percy's pov

I saw camp buried under thick blankets of snow, there was nothing left alive as far as my eyes could see. No more laughing campers, juicy red strawberries lay withered at my feet, I couldn't hear the nervous bleats of the satyrs. What had happened?

I searched everywhere thinking: Where is everyone?

I got my answer, I saw hundreds of shrouds covered over bodies, they were like a rainbow, and there was so much color it made me dizzy. I passed them all thinking: No, it can't be possible; most of these people were my friends.

I started to panic. I looked around for her; surely she would have made it alive through whatever it was happened. I passed through a grey shroud embroidered owls. I stopped. It couldn't be her. It couldn't.

I decided to lift up the shroud to see if it was truly her, what I saw made my heart stop and my blood run cold.

Annabeth? I knew it was her. I would recognize her anywhere. I could never forget those calculating grey eyes that held a spark of mischief, her laugh which would have made my heart beat uncontrollably, and her smile that made the moon like stars; distant and slight.

My knees went weak, the place where my heart should be was empty, and I lost all my strength. I only had enough strength to whisper out, "No."

FLASH. I saw the world in flames there nothing I could do to put the flames out, my powers wouldn't work no matter how hard I tried. I could hear a voice, dry and raspy; as if it hadn't been used in a long time, recite:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.

To storm or fire the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.

I woke up sweating and thrashing. I sat up. Worried about Annabeth, I quickly got out of my room and dashed for the landline in the living room.

I dialed her boardinghouse's number since after the second Titan War Olympus was thrashed and Annabeth got appointed as the official architect of Olympus. I was really thankful to the gods that she got permission from her dad and stepmom to go to an all girl's school right here in Manhattan so she could oversee the rebuilding efforts and of course be with me. I knew she would be mad about calling her this early in the morning but I had to hear her voice.

It took forever for someone to pick up the phone but someone did.

"Hello?" a female voice said. It was pretty obvious that she was pissed.

"Sorry for calling so early in the morning but can I speak to Annabeth. Please it's an emergency."

"Fine, please hold," she said.

"Thanks." I said.

I waited a while but it was fine since it was pretty early. I know I checked it was only 6:15.

"Hello, Annabeth speaking. Who's calling?" Annabeth said. In a voice I recognized as annoyed.

"Annabeth its Percy," I said.

"Percy do you know what time it is? It's not even half passed six yet."

"Yeah I know. It's just that I had a nightmare and I'm worried about you." I said hoping I didn't sound like a clingy boyfriend.

"Percy I'm fine don't worry about me. Don't worry about me. Hey isn't today the day of your orientation at Goode?" she said. I noticed her voice warmed up a bit. So it must mean that she forgave me for calling so early. At least, a little bit.

And I totally forgot about the orientation, in light of the nightmare and all.

"Yeah it is. So are we still up for later?" I asked since they were gonna let us out early and Annabeth's classes don't start until next week. We decided we would meet at Goode after the orientation since it was nearer to the Empire State Building than her boarding house so we could check up on the rebuilding efforts.

"Yeah. Meet you there at 3. See you later seaweed brain."

"See you later wise girl."

When I put down the receiver I didn't notice my mom standing behind me until she spoke.

"Percy," she said, nearly making me wet my pants, "who are you talking to this early in the morning?"

"Mom, you scared me!"

"So waking and finding your only son in the living room calling someone at six in the morning isn't included in the list of things that scares people?" she teased.

"Hahaha nice one mom." One of the many great things about my mom is that she can take a joke.

"Since you're up anyway, go on and take a bath. I'll make breakfast." She said.

Now that I thought about it I am a bit hungry. Hey, nothing like nightmares to make you sweat and hungry. Besides, even half-bloods should get a break from all the monsters, nightmares, and Great Prophecies once in a while.

"Sure, mom."

So? How is it? Please review!

-Nicole